Like Starlings

I am like a starling,
I mimic people passing,
and craning from the roof,
I whistle a little tune.

We are just like starlings,
with iridescent markings,
we gather on the roof,
we play our little flutes.

I am but a starling,
I call to people passing,
and perched up on the weathervane,
I play my little flute.

We are all like starlings,
we sing to people passing,
our bodies made for dancing,
we sing our little tunes.

© Daniel James Greenwood 2011